Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Divided, by Jaylen Freeman

Partially functional, half of me is comfortable
The other half is close to the cliff like Mrs. Huxtable
These boys got them holsters and clips they pack like lunch-ables
Like white boys in grade school while we ate school-made food.
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  1. ffitzgeraldApril 6, 2016 at 2:07 PM

    Sometime soon, you'll have to tell me more about this poem, Jaylen. I get the feeling there's a lot more to it.

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